Chapter 2
The voices from the study continued, each word piercing into my heart like an ice pick.
“The cord blood from six babies will be enough to last Joey ten years,” Stephen said, satisfaction clear in his tone.
His assistant flattered him in return, “Only you could’ve planned this so perfectly–using Ms. Cabrina’s stem cells and your sperm to create embryos and implant them in your wife. Flawless.”
Then his voice dropped slightly, “But Mrs. Delami’s been having unstable blood pressure lately. Carrying six embryos is putting a lot of strain on her body.”
Stephen let out a light scoff. “As long as she doesn’t die, it’s fine. Joey can’t afford to wait for another round of chemotherapy.”
“I began shaking all over. My fingernails dug into my palms so deeply I almost drew blood.
So in his eyes, even my life wasn’t worth more than Joey’s next treatment?”
“How are the six embryos developing?” Stephen suddenly asked.
His assistant answered promptly, “Number 3 is the healthiest–it’s AB blood type, exactly what Ms. Cabrina needs. But…” he hesitated, “Mrs. Delami’s uterine wall is dangerously thin. Continuing with sextuplets might cause major hemorrhaging.”
“Just focus on protecting Number 3,” Stephen said coldly.
“The rest don’t matter.”
My legs buckled beneath me, and I almost collapsed on the spot.
“Mr. Delami, what if Mrs. Delami finds out the truth…”
“Then what?” Stephen sneered. “Her father made Joey sick in the first place. This is just karma.”
The assistant suddenly chuckled. “Mrs. Delami really is naive. She’s been pregnant for six months and hasn’t noticed anything. She actually believes it’s possible to get pregnant with sextuplets naturally.”
“The less she suspects, the better,” Stephen said lightly.
Then, Dylan Howie, the secretary, suddenly lowered his voice. “Mr. Delami, what do you think Mrs. Delami’s reac- tion would be if she found out the prenatal medicine you’ve been giving her every night is laced with hormones that stimulate embryo growth?”
“Come to think of it,” the secretary sneered, “her belly’s so bloated she can barely walk without gasping. At that chari- ty gala, the other society ladies were laughing behind her back, calling her a sow.”
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“No, thanks. I’m not hungry.” I declined flatly and turned toward the stairs.
Stephen suddenly stopped me, his warm palm resting on my six–month–pregnant belly.
“Come to the hospital with me tomorrow. Joey’s heard that you’re pregnant with sextuplets. She’s been wanting to meet you.”
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